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2019-12-26 - 11:58 a.m.

Is it just me, or does it seem that commercialism and money grabism has just gone completely bonkers? Might just be me. It may not be one iota worse than last year, but I am just noticing it more this year.

While I am bitching about that, let me just add that on regular TV you don't have to watch a 30 second commercial for each minute of TV show. I resent being forced to watch an ad between each video. Can a sister get some regulations?

I am back to work today and swamped AF, as a matter of fact. I am taking time to update my diary on the company dime anyway because I have a whole day ahead of me in which to press the royal nose to the grindstone.

I had a Christmas gathering at my house on Christmas Eve for my parents, my kid, my sister, and her kids. We had a fun time. I am in this situation where I must spend every holiday with my ex husband, so we all went to their house for Christmas Day.

At some point, I was brewing up a full entry of bitching about my ex, but I guess I got over it before I was able to sit and write it out. My feelings about him are mixed. I never should have married him, for sure. So very incompatible are we. I care about him and don't want him to come to harm, but sometimes I want to beat him with a chair. So there's that. He annoys me by being overly strict on his 4, count em, 4 adopted kids. And his voice grates on my nerves like nothing else on the planet. He is a loud talker who tries to hold the floor by being the loudest and filling all silent gaps with a long UMMM or AAAAAND... so no one else can break in. He has some kind of pathological need to be constantly barfing out every single thought that passes through his knotty little head. When I was married to him I used to say "Let's play "Who can be the quietest.". (I always won.) Sometimes I would say something like "Let's maintain some mystery." or "Give me the chance to miss the sound of your voice." and one time I said "You know, you don't have to say every single thing you think." oh.. and once I said "Don't you have a buddy you could call?" I know that is not very nice, but I was on the ragged edge of insanity at the time. I felt like if he didn't shut the hell up I was going to lose my mind.

There has only ever been one person more talkative than him and that was his mother. She would call on the phone and just talk non-stop. We could put the phone down and go build some shelves or mow the grass. She would never know. She has passed on to her reward and is now harassing the angels.

This morning I was checking all my sites and seeing how much of a pile of work I've got to make up today because my hospitals threw everybody out on Christmas Eve. Turns out, it's a mighty heap. My main job has more than I can do today and my side job also has a work avalanche for me. Just as I was realizing the futility of my existence, my phone rang and it was my favorite doctor. I really like him a lot. He is funny and kind and smart and cute and good. I guess he's ok. Anyhoo, he is behind on his dictations and he was telling me that I need to keep him organized. He wants me to text him and tell him which accounts I will be working on on which days, so he has time to go do his part before I have to do my part. This, instead of him just doing his work as he goes. I don't have time to hold his hand and coach him through every step. But I'm excellent at passing the buck and there is a lady who emails me about which cases she plans to process on Thursday of each week, so I set it up so she will notify him when she notifies me. Voila! Problem solving excellence.

I better get to it. I'm falling farther behind by the minute. If all my readers would give me a dollar each, I'd have about 2 bucks. If they'd bump it up to a million each, I wouldn't have to worry about these deadlines anymore. Just think about it. ::wink wink::

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